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The Switch

Evangeline Anderson

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Cole:

“Are you sure about this?” Alex looked at me, her brown eyes filled with emotion.

“It was your idea. Are you sure about it?” I returned.

She nodded, her long, golden brown hair brushing over the tender nape of her neck

with the motion. “I want to try it…I think.”

“You

think?”

I frowned and shifted to get more comfortable on the dark green

comforter that covered her queen-sized bed. The solid oak headboard was biting into my

bare shoulders.

“No, I

know.”

Alex sounded more sure of herself now. “I want to try it as long as you’re

okay with it. As long as you’re sure.”

I took a long look at her, taking in the skin-tight bustier she was wearing that pushed

her full breasts up and out and the painted-on black leather pants that hugged the curves of

her hips. Those pants were nearly impossible to get into. I knew because I’d helped her do it

before, tugging at the unforgiving leather to get it into place. However, there was no need to

take them off once the action got hot. There was a tiny tab at the top of the crotch that

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unsnapped and revealed the start of a zipper. Once unzipped, the pants split nearly in half,

offering free access to her gorgeous ass and other delectable assets.

We’d been together for over a year as more than just friends and partners now and still

she looked so hot I felt like my cock might explode just from seeing her dressed like that. I

wanted to reach for her, wanted to tug down the top of her tight black bustier and suck the

sensitive tips of her full breasts. I wanted to unzip those painted-on pants and bury my face

between her thighs. But I couldn’t because at the moment I was a little tied up -- literally.

Tied to her headboard and completely naked. At her mercy.

“Are you sure?” she asked me again.

I tugged at the slender but strong parachute cord binding my wrists to her solid oak

headboard. “The only thing I’m not sure about is if you tied me tight enough,” I told her.

“You look amazing, Alex. I’m liable to rip right through this cord just to get to you if we

don’t start soon.”

She blushed, her creamy skin coloring beautifully, and bowed her head. It made my

cock harder than ever to see her shed her tough, “one of the guys” policewoman outer shell

and reveal her hot, needy, sexually submissive inner self.

This was the point in our play when I would usually start interrogating Alex about her

day, asking her if she had been bad and if she was in need of punishment. Sometimes I would

spank her with my hand or a belt or paddle. Other times I would run a slender chain through

the small gold rings that pierced her sensitive nipples and tether her on her hands and knees

to the headboard. Then I would take her from behind, long and slow, telling her all the

while how good she felt around me, how hard I was going to fuck her, and how many times I

was going to make her come. This usually lasted until she was breathless from moaning and I

could feel her spasming around my shaft. When I felt that happen I would take her hard and

fast until I spurted into her, filling her with myself as I loved to do. But this time I wasn’t

going to be doing any of that because this time I wasn’t in charge. This time I was the one

tied down and helpless.

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“Alex?” I said. “Mistress?” That one word seemed to remind her of what we were doing.

Her head snapped up and I saw her big brown eyes fill with fire. She smiled seductively and

there was something a little bit cruel in the curve of her full lips that made my cock surge.

God, what had I let myself in for?

“Cole.” She rolled my name over her tongue like she was savoring the taste of melting

chocolate. “Have you been a bad boy today?” she asked, stalking closer to the bed, her full

hips rolling seductively. She was wearing knee-high black boots with heels that were

hooker-high, and there was a warm sexual flush spreading from the tops of her breasts up the

slender column of her throat. She picked up the long, thin riding crop that was lying at the

foot of the bed and tapped it meaningfully against one palm.

I didn’t know if she was really planning to discipline me and I didn’t really care. At this

point a proper submissive would have been trembling with the dreaded anticipation of the

first blow. But even though we’d agreed to switch places for this one night, I couldn’t make

myself feel submissive. Instead, I felt my muscles tensing, straining at the ropes that bound

me. I didn’t want to cower in submission -- I wanted to snap the parachute cord like string,

grab Alex, and throw her down on the bed. I wanted to plunder all the warm, soft,

vulnerable places of her body, the places she didn’t let anyone but me touch. I wanted to

make her moan and scream my name while I tongued her open and sucked her clit into my

mouth…

“Cole?” she asked again. “Have you been bad?”

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that we had both agreed to try this, this switch,

at least for one night.

“Yes, Mistress,” I heard myself say. “I guess I have.”

“You

guess?”

She stalked forward again until her leather-clad thighs were touching the

dark green bedspread. Leaning forward, she caressed the aching flesh of my hard cock with

the cool leather of the crop, barely stroking me.

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The light touch sent fire through my veins. I clenched my jaw and willed myself not to

break the headboard by tugging too hard on the ropes. The parachute cord was strong but it

was beginning to fray a little with my restless motions, tempting me to snap it and just take

her. God, she was sexy like this, when she was in control. Almost as sexy as when she was

submitting herself to me totally, begging me to punish her, to dominate her in every way

until she came again and again.

“Are you going to whip me?” My words came out in a hoarse growl. I wanted her.

Wanted her so badly I could almost taste her salty-sweet juices on my lips and feel the

softness of her body pressed against mine.

Alex shook her head, that sexy, almost cruel smile playing around her full lips again.

“Oh, no, I think I can come up with a better way to punish you than that, Cole.”

She tugged at the bottom of her bustier, pulling it further down her waist until her full

breasts were revealed. I nearly moaned when I saw her berry-red nipples with their tiny

delicate gold rings -- rings I had bought for her when I had the sensitive tips of her breasts

pierced. I could still remember the way she’d trembled when I blindfolded her, the way

she’d submitted to me despite her pain and fear.

“You like this, Cole?” Alex asked, climbing onto the bed with me. “You like these?” She

gestured to her bare chest and I had to bite my tongue to hold back a moan. She knew I

loved her breasts. I could spend hours on her nipples alone. I pulled harder at the ropes,

making the headboard rattled restlessly against the wall behind it. I wanted her with a fierce,

aching intensity that was making me crazy.

“I can see that you do.” Alex answered her own question. She had abandoned the

riding crop now, leaving it on the floor beside the bed. She crawled forward on her hands

and knees, her full breasts hanging down like some kind of gorgeous, ripe fruit, until she got

to me at the head of the bed. Then, moving like a cat, she straddled me. The leather of her

pants creaked sexily with the sinuous motion and suddenly her breasts and berry-ripe

nipples with their slender gold rings were right in my face.

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“God, Alex!” I had time to grate out and then she was pressing her right nipple against

my open lips.

“Suck me,” she commanded, using her best Mistress voice. I didn’t have to be told

twice.

I sucked the ripe tip of her breast eagerly into my mouth, savoring the salty-sweet

flavor of her skin and the slight metallic tang of the gold ring that pierced her tender nipple.

I sucked hard at first, taking as much of her breast into my mouth at once as I could, greedy

for the taste of her. Alex moaned and put her hands on my shoulders, her fingertips digging

into my skin. I eased up and threaded the tip of my tongue through the slender golden hoop,

tugging at it to tease her sensitive nipple to attention.

“God! Cole!” Alex moaned, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. Hearing her say my

name like that was almost too much. My cock was throbbing, swollen with need for her. I

tugged on the ropes that bound my arms again, wanting to be free to grab her and do more,

much more than just suck her nipples.

She pulled back for a moment, panting breathlessly, her fingers still tight on my

shoulders. I surged forward, trying to recapture her nipple or to find the other one. I was

addicted to the taste of her and I wasn’t nearly satiated yet.

“No.” She shook her head, her cheeks flushed with passion. The nipple I had been

sucking was red and swollen looking and I knew that she had to be very wet under those

leather pants right now. Having her nipples sucked and played with always makes Alex hot

and slippery and ready for me. Ready for my cock. I felt a flash of frustration at the ropes

around my arms again, the ropes that were keeping me from taking her.

“Why not?” I demanded, forgetting I was supposed to be subservient.

“Because…because you’re going to do as I say.” Alex frowned but she looked a little less

sure of herself now.

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“Is that right,

Mistres ?”

I grated, staring her in the eyes, something no proper

submissive would dare to do.

“Yes.” She nodded with renewed determination. “And I have decided…decided the

best way to punish you is to tease you a little, Cole.” She lifted her head, that almost-cruel

smile playing around her lips again. “To show you what you can’t have because you’ve been

bad. So watch.”

Slowly and with great deliberation, she unsnapped the tab at the top of her leather

pants and tugged the zipper down. What I saw when the black leather pants parted nearly

took my breath away.

Alex had either shaved or waxed, I didn’t know which and I didn’t care. All I cared

about was the fact that she was completely bare down there. The soft nest of light brown

curls that had decorated the top of her sex was gone, leaving only smooth, pale skin. The

mound of her sex looked utterly naked, utterly vulnerable and her delicate lips were swollen

with need. I could see the way they were parting on their own, revealing her pink, inner

folds, glistening with her juices. I had been right -- she was wet, maybe wetter than I had

ever seen her. Her feminine musk nearly overwhelmed me and my cock surged, desperate to

be inside her. I wanted to taste her. Wanted to fuck her -- to plunge deep inside her soft,

provocative body and fill her with my cum. To prove again and again that she was utterly

and completely mine.

Suddenly it was too much.

I felt the big muscles of my arms bunching as I pulled hard on the ropes, snapping them

like pieces of twine. I surged forward, reaching for her and Alex gasped and scrambled

backwards, out of my way.

“Alex,” I said, my voice coming out in a hungry, possessive growl. “Come here.

Now

.”

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Alex:

“Come here.

Now

.” Cole’s voice was thick with lust. It was his Master tone, the one

that normally melted me completely and made me eager to do whatever he said. But this

time there was a light shining in his deep blue eyes that frightened me. Had I pushed him too

far?

I huddled at the foot of the bed, watching the massive man who was my partner, my

lover, my Master. Cole is a big guy -- well over six feet and made of hard, solid muscle. He

has hands big enough to palm a basketball and he can break a bad guy in half over one knee

like a dry stick. I’m five seven myself -- a respectable height for a woman but despite all my

training, I know I’d be no match for him physically. I’d never been afraid of him before but

then, I’d never tied him up and teased him either. It had seemed like a good idea at the time

but now I wasn’t so sure.

Cole sighed and ran one hand through his military short black hair, the green and blue

dragon tattoo flexing on his left bicep with the motion. “Look, Alex, I didn’t mean to scare

you.” His deep voice was softer now, but no less urgent. “And I know we thought it might be

fun switching roles like this. But I can’t wait any longer. I need you

now

.” His voice

descended into a stern, commanding growl once more and I felt the hairs on the nape of my

neck stir and my nipples tighten.

“I…I…” I shook my head, still hanging back. I resisted him as I had the first night we

were together when he had commanded me to part my thighs so he could taste me. I resisted

not out of fear, but out of need. Even after being together for over a year, it was still difficult

to believe that I had finally found a man that was not only willing to fulfill my darkest sexual

desires of Domination and submission, but who was eager to do it. Very eager, from the look

in Cole’s piercing blue eyes.

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“Come here, Alex,” he said again, his voice a little softer. “I promise not to hurt you. At

least, not any more than you need to be hurt.”

Those words, the same words I had spoken myself so long ago when we were first

getting together as more than partners, more than friends, made something inside me melt.

He was reminding me deliberately of the time we’d spent with Mistress Samantha, searching

for the serial killer that had been stalking the streets of Tampa. That tense, terrible time

when he was just finding out about my need to submit.

It had been hard at first for Cole to believe I wanted to be tied down and punished, that

I wanted a cane across my ass as badly as I wanted a tender kiss on my lips. He couldn’t

understand how I, an acknowledged feminist and all around tough girl, could possibly get off

on giving control of my body completely to someone else -- to a sexually dominant Master.

But once he had begun to understand things had changed between us and our relationship

had deepened into what it was today.

“Alex,” Cole said, his deep voice soft but still commanding. “You’ve been a bad girl and

you’re only making things harder for yourself by refusing to come to me. Do you want to

make your punishment worse?”

I shook my head. “No, Master,” I whispered, acknowledging his power over me with a

rush of relief. I had thought it might be fun to switch roles for a while, to let Cole see how I

felt when I was tied and helpless and give me a taste of his power. But in the end I much

preferred my submissive role to his Dominant one.

“Then come here and lay across my lap.” Cole patted his bare thighs, his cock still

rising rigidly from between them and I knew what he had in mind. Submissively, I crawled

forward on the bed and positioned myself so that I was lying face down over his lap with my

ass in the air. The black leather pants I had on unzipped all the way up to the top, revealing

my naked, vulnerable buttocks completely. As Cole cupped my trembling flesh in one large,

warm hand, I could feel the hot steel of his cock pressing against the smooth skin just above

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the mound of my sex and I knew that what we were doing excited him every bit as much as

it excited me.

“Count for me, Alex,” he demanded and I didn’t have to ask what I was supposed to

count. Instead, I tried not to tense up as I felt his large, warm palm connect with my naked,

vulnerable ass.

“One,” I gasped as his hard palm made contact with my soft ass. “T -- two,” I moaned as

the stinging heat spread over my bottom again. I could feel my sex getting wetter and wetter

with each blow, my body coming alive beneath his hand. God, how I needed this! And he

knew just how to give it to me. Just how much to hurt me to make my desire spike to almost

unbearable levels.

“Three!” I moaned. “Four…five…” Cole whipped me hard, not giving an inch despite

the hurt little cries that escaped from between my lips with each stroke. He didn’t let up

until he’d reached ten. Then, when my ass felt like it was on fire and I thought the tender V

between my thighs would melt with the heat, he stopped spanking and helped me sit up,

straddling his lap once more.

“How do you feel, Alex?” The look in his blue eyes was stern but also concerned. Cole

has a very good grasp of how far to push me, such a good grasp in fact that I have never once

had to use a safe word with him and this time was no exception.

“I…I’m okay.” There were tears in my eyes because my behind still stung from his

whipping. But there was peace in my heart. No other man in the world could have raised a

hand to me and gotten away without having his balls handed to him but I welcomed both

pain and pleasure from my Master’s hand and was happy to give up control to him.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Cole wanted to know. Ducking his head to look

at my face, he cupped my chin and brought it up so that our eyes met. “Alex, answer me.”

“Yes,” I whispered, forcing myself to meet that intense blue gaze. “Yes, Master, I will.”

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“Good.” He smiled at me. “Let’s start with a question. Did that spanking make you hot,

sweetheart?”

I looked down, avoiding his eyes. Even after all the time we’d spent together playing

sexually it was still hard for me to admit my needs and desires. And it was especially hard to

admit that pain -- a spanking or caning for example -- had the same effect on me that a slow,

sensual massage might have on another woman. Cole knew that and was constantly working

on it, constantly making me acknowledge out loud what both of us knew I liked and needed.

“Alex,” he said warningly. “Answer me.”

“I…” I swallowed hard. “I guess so,” I acknowledged reluctantly.

“You guess so? Or you know?” he asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, he said,

“Spread your legs wider for me, Alex.”

I did as he said at once, opening my thighs for him as he commanded. I could feel the

outer lips of my sex parting with the motion and I was ashamed of how wet I was, of how

much the spanking had turned me on. Cole reached between us and cupped my bare mound

in one large, warm hand. I moaned as I felt his callused palm part me and press against my

sensitive, swollen clit.

“So it

did

turn you on.” Cole’s deep voice was thoughtful.

“Yes, Master,” I whispered and then I moaned again as two of his long, thick fingers

slid roughly into my sex.

“I’ve never felt your cunt so wet before, Alex,” Cole murmured, pumping his fingers

into me in a way that made me want to scream with the hot sensations he was shooting

through my body. “And I like the feel of your pussy like this -- so bare, so vulnerable. Did

you do that on purpose just to tease me?”

I realized he was talking about the way I had shaved myself bare, clearing the soft

mound of curls that used to decorate my sex, the better to reveal myself to my Master.

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“Y -- yes,” I admitted, barely able to speak as he continued to thrust into me with his

fingers. “I…I thought you might like it.”

“You thought right, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “In fact, I

love

it. Can’t wait to see

how that soft, naked pussy feels against my cock. You think it makes you more sensitive?”

“I…I don’t know,” I said, barely able to think past the sensation of this thick fingers

fucking into me.

Cole grinned at me, a slow, lazy expression that made my heart skip a beat. “Well, why

don’t we find out?” He withdrew his fingers and pulled me closer until my wet, naked sex

was poised just above the broad head of his cock. “Spread yourself for me, Alex,” he told me.

“Spread that sweet little cunt and lower yourself down on my cock. I want to watch you fuck

yourself on me.”

The hot, dirty words, words I knew Cole would never say to me outside the bedroom,

sent a shiver of need straight through me. “Yes, Master,” I murmured and did as he said,

lowering myself until I could feel the thick head of his cock piercing my wet, willing sex.

We both groaned as I slid down onto him. Cole and I have been in a sexual relationship

for over a year but he’s still a lot of man to take. I could feel myself stretching to

accommodate him with each thick inch that entered me. I bit my lower lip as his thick shaft

penetrated me to the core, my fingers clutching his broad shoulders as I finally felt him

bottom out inside me.

“Okay, sweetheart?” Cole’s voice was hoarse and I knew what it must be costing him to

hold still when every instinct inside him was shouting that he needed to thrust. Mutely, I

nodded. “Good,” he murmured. “Then you need to hang on, Alex. I’m going to fuck you hard

tonight and teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

“Yes, Master,” I said but the word ended in a moan because Cold had put both large

hands on the curve of my waist, pulled back, and plunged deeply into my open, vulnerable

sex.

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“That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled as he pulled back and plunged into me again.

“Take it all. Take all of my cock in your sweet little cunt. And look at me when I fuck you --

I want to watch your face when you come.”

I realized I had closed my eyes with the intensity of the sensations that were pouring

through me and I opened them again at his command and looked at him. Cole always wanted

to look in my eyes while he took me. His gaze pierced my soul even as his shaft pierced my

sex.

“Tell me what you want, Alex,” Cole commanded me in a low voice as he continued to

work me hard with his cock. “Tell me how you like to be fucked. How you

need

to be

fucked.”

“Master,” I moaned breathlessly, too far gone to even be embarrassed by his request.

“Master, please…I need it

hard

. Please fuck me hard, Master. Please!”

“Like this?” He sped up his tempo, his large fingers gripping my hips hard, marking me,

owning me.

“Yes…

yes!”

I was past caring about anything now. Past embarrassment and pain and

even pleasure and into the pure, overwhelming ecstasy of being completely opened and

owned by my Master. Suddenly I felt the pleasure that had been building within me reach a

breaking point and my orgasm was crashing over me in warm, endless waves. I kept my eyes

open while it happened, letting everything I was feeling fill me to the brim, letting Cole see

exactly what he was doing to me, how much he was affecting me.

“God, Alex,” he groaned as he watched me. “Love to see that look in your eyes when

you can’t stop yourself. Love to watch you come.”

“Come…come with me,” I managed to say. “Come inside me. Please, Master.”

“Alex,” he groaned and then I felt his thick shaft spasming inside me, filling me

completely as he poured into me.

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“Cole,” I whispered,” putting my arms around his neck and pressing myself close to

him. “God, I love you.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.” His hard, muscular arms tightened around me and my

senses were filled with his warm, spicy scent. In that moment I felt utterly loved. Utterly

safe and protected. And for the thousandth time I was glad that I had finally been able to

admit to myself and my partner, my lover, my friend, what I really needed and that I had

allowed Cole to give it to me.

We clung together for a long moment and the Cole loosened his grip on my waist and I

sat back and looked at him. He grinned at me, his blue eyes flashing.

“Never gets old, does it?”

“No.” I smiled back at him and ran my hands through his short black hair. “But you

know what?”

“What?” Cole asked.

“I think we should stick with what we know from now on,” I said. “I don’t want to be

in charge and crack the whip or tie you up. Not that it does any good when I do.”

He gave the tattered ropes hanging from my headboard a rueful glance. “Uh, yeah, I

guess you’re right. So no more switching places?”

“No more switching,” I agreed. “From now on, I’m more than happy to stay right

where I belong -- as your submissive.”

“Where you belong is with me. No matter who’s dominant or submissive and no matter

who’s cracking the whip -- literally or figuratively.” He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss.

“That is, of course, unless you’re looking for another spanking.”

I smiled and kissed him back. “Well, you never can tell…Master.”

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Evangeline Anderson is a registered MRI tech who would rather be writing. She is

thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, three cats and a college-age sister but

no kids because enough is enough already. She had been writing dirty stories for her own

gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her

delight, she found it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has

been writing steadily ever since.

You can find Evangeline Anderson on the Web at www.evangelineanderson.com.

To read more about the characters and their world, check out

Dangerous Cravings

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Some people need to be tied down to feel free. Tampa

homicide detective Alex Reed is one of those people. On the job
she is fiercely intelligent and tougher than any of the men in
her department, handling her high-stress job with ease. Off
duty, however, she explores her darker side through her highly
erotic novels of bondage and submission. She hides her shameful
desires behind a pen name, Victoria Tarlatan, and no one has
any idea of her longings to be sexually dominated.

Detective Cole Berkley is Alex’s longtime partner and best

friend. They have seen each other through her father’s suicide
and Cole’s own devastating divorce when his wife left him.
When things get tough on the street, Cole knows he can always
trust Alex to get his back. What he doesn’t know is anything
about her secret hunger to be mastered, but he’s about to find
out.

Somewhere in Tampa’s urban sprawl a serial killer is working

his dark magic, transforming wicked women into works of
erotic art. The killer’s MO is always the same-- his hapless
victims are found tied to the bed in classic bondage poses,
strangled and tortured in unspeakable ways.

In order to crack the case, Alex and Cole will have to go

undercover in the BDSM community, posing as Master and

slave, Dominant and submissive. But can Alex hold on to her
secret while being forced to play out her most private fantasies
with her partner? And can Cole handle the change in his tough-
as-nails partner from one of the guys to a woman with deeply
erotic needs?

The friction between them will soon be the least of their

worries. Because the killer has a list of intended victims, women
who must be punished for daring to share their fantasies with
the rest of the world. And the name Victoria Tarlatan is on it,
making Alex next in line for the killer’s transformation.

Will she pay for her

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